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There is lambswool under my naked feet The wool is soft and warm Gives off some kind of heat A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid The fleas cling to the golden fleece Hoping they'll find peace Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid There's no hiding in memory There's no room to avoid
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door Where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out"
~ The Carpet Crawlers (The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway by Genesis)
I’m just saying The original intent of this post is to address my kidnapping, robbery, and attempted murder on Yorkville Avenue in Toronto, which occurred on July 2, 2002, at 6:55 PM in broad daylight. I intend to delve into this event in great detail shortly. Regarding my book, whether it's memoirs or an autobiography, there's a lot to discuss in an overview before I delve into specifics. On Wikipedia's "CARDBOARD BRAINS" page, it once stated that "John Paul Young is currently in seclusion," or in other words, hermitage. Although it has been edited out, it was essentially accurate. I have been in seclusion since September 2002. My whereabouts and contact information were unknown, which was my preference. Consequently, when Cardboard Brains performed at the Horseshoe Tavern for THE LAST POGO JUMPS AGAIN in 2007, Cardboard Brains guitarist had his friend and former Cardboard Brains member John "Sandy" McFadyen step in as the front man-voc...
Clip on (the) Cardboard Brains from Colin Brunton and Kire Papputs’ The Last Pogo Jumps Again. (2013). I’m glad they got Nardwaur the Human Serviette to substitute for a noticeably absent John Paul Young. https://gofund.me/8a6dd7bd
I Want To Be A Yank This of course is the 1977 iconic CARDBOARD BRAINS White EP with I Want To Be A Yank, Living Inside My Head, Can Stress Kill, and of course our pre-pistols cover of the Monkees (I’m not your) Stepping Stone. The Canadian punk outfit FUCKED UP did a successful cover of I Want To Be A Yank, however the lyrics aren’t correct. So I would like to take this opportunity to present them in their full glory. “WHO REALLY CARES ABOUT MAGGIE T.? I’M REALLY SICK OF THE CBC. THE KIDS ARE ROTTING AT U. Of T. JUST TO WORK FOR THE U.I.C. RENE LEVESQUE’S THE MISSING LINK CBC TV PROGRAMS REALLY STINK YOUR MONEYS ALL DOWN THE DRINK I WISH I DIDN’T HAVE TO THINK. U.S. THEY GOT TAINTED HAM U.S. THEY GOT SON OF SAM U.S. THEY GOT SIRHAN SIRHAN U.S. THEY GOT VIETNAM I WANT TO BE A YANK! WHO REALLY CARES ABOUT MAGGIE T.? I’M REALLY SICK OF THE CBC THE KIDS ARE ROTTING AT U.of T. JUST TO WORK FOR THE U.I.C. U.S. THEY GOT JIMMY CARTER U.S. YOU CAN BE A MARTYR U.S. THEY GOT WORLD SERIES U...
Robert Goddard Young D.C. N.D, The Unlawful Arrest That Changed Everything: How a Fraudulent Private Prosecution Destroyed My Life In September 2001, while my mother lay sick in the hospital, my father, Robert Goddard Young, began laying the groundwork for what would become an orchestrated campaign to disinherit, criminalize, and ultimately destroy me. I was the alternate executor of my mother’s estate and an heir. Under the terms of the will, if my brother—who had passed away in 1996—and I had both survived my father, I would have inherited everything. However, when my mother died, Levitt, Lightman, Dewar & Graham, the law firm that handled my mother’s estate, determined that my father was sole beneficiary. Despite this, I was still entitled to part of the estate—yet I never received a single dollar. As soon as my father was named sole beneficiary, everything changed. He began falsely calling the police on me, making three separate allegations of assault, despite the ...
This is in response to a comment by unknown. I “star” in CINOFRENIC, as “Paul”. To the best of my knowledge Cardboard Brains does not perform in the film but Mike Nightmare and The Ugly does. I think The B-Girls also perform, and I can’t remember who else does. I probably wasn’t there that day. IMDB probably has more info on CINOFRENIC. Vince Carlucci would remember if Cardboard Brains performed in the film. I’m occasionally asked about it and if a copy is available. Again I don’t know. Eventually one will surface. Apparently it’s got some good footage of bands like The Ugly. I will always remember seeing Mike Nightmare spinning his mic around and singing: “Your not living in the real world!”. RIP Mike Nightmare. Thanks for the comment. JPY . And no, I don’t perform any music in the film. However we did in The Gate (1986). More about that shortly. https://gofund.me/65a4d93d
CONSPIRACY 465 (1) (b) Everyone who conspires with anyone to prosecute a person for an alleged offence knowing they did not commit that offence is guilty of i) an indictable offence… https://gofund.me/8a6dd7bd
Its hard to get but this is on YouTube. So set it on play and crank it. Listeners say best played loud. When I oversaw the mastering I ensured the pressing was as deep in the grooves as it could go and the pressing was as "hot" as possible. It seems to have worked. So crank it. https://gofund.me/b4ee1f54
Updates (3) Today by John Paul Young , Organizer gofundme and my first donation has given me a new perspective. For years I suffered in silence at what had been done to me, always with the gnawing feeling that something indeed could be done about it. But just what remained elusive.There was the age old enigma: Everything in this world takes money. Sadly, Justice most of all takes money I have found through hard experiences. I was trapped in the cycle of poverty through no fault of my own. Once you’re trapped in the cycle of poverty often there’s no way out. My first false allegations and resultant first false arrest left me homeless and living in my car. By a miscarriage of justice I was prohibited by law to go to my home, my cottage and my office which was the physical address of companies and corporations I was a Director and Shareholder of, which was far from legal. While “living” in my car I had all of my property sold, stolen or thrown out. I had no contingency plan in place ...
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There is lambswool under my naked feet
The wool is soft and warm
Gives off some kind of heat
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid
The fleas cling to the golden fleece
Hoping they'll find peace
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid
There's no hiding in memory
There's no room to avoid
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"
~ The Carpet Crawlers (The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway by Genesis)
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